Today is my first day of work, which means I’ve been in Minneapolis a little under a week now. Unless you’ve been living under a rock for the past few weeks (okay, maybe it’s not that prolific), then you know that I had to leave my family behind while I sorted out our living situation. Doing so has made these past 5 days feel like an eternity, but we’ve been managing fairly well so far & I’ve even wrangled a few funny tales concerning the kids and their “unique” ways of dealing with my departure. We’ve got betrayal, deceit, jealousy, and even murder people. Oh yes, a lot has gone on since I departed from my family, and if you thought that Daddy’s Fish Bowl was going to be any less spectacular than it’s been throughout the last year, then you are sorely mistaken. So go ahead, get your popcorn ready & sit back while I take you on this journey through the life of the family-less family man.
On this day, 2 years ago, I began serving a life sentence without the possibility of parole. A life sentence is pretty harsh and is typically reserved for very heinous crimes, such as murder, etc. I’m no murderer though, and yet here I am 2 yrs in to a life sentence. What could I have done to deserve such harsh punishment? My only crime was that I fell in LOVE, and because of it, I have been stripped of my basic freedoms. But unlike most inmates, I’m not protesting my verdict, not searching for a plea bargain, and show no remorse for my actions.
I love being married to Fefe, the love we share is quite honestly one of the best things to happen to me and I wouldn’t trade it in for anything in the world. Since getting married, we have grown stronger as a couple and our bond has strengthened tenfold. I’m happy that we made it over the 2 yr hurdle, (did you know that 1 in 12 marriages fail after only 2yrs?) but we aren’t out of the woods yet. They say 7 years is the magic number, if you make it that long you’re pretty much in the clear. I say screw them, our magic number is March 21, 2009, the day we got married. Like I said, I’m serving a life sentence WITHOUT the possibility of parole, and there’s no one else I’d rather spend it with.
No, no, no, this isn’t another pitiful plea regarding my depression brought on by leaving my family behind temporarily; lucky for you, right? Instead, this is the story of a little boy; a little boy named Tre, who has recently discovered the true potential of his emotions and how to harness their power to his advantage. This kid has taken the term “guilt trip” and elevated its meaning tenfold. During these past few weeks, Tre has been using his keen grasp of internal feelings to catapult himself to the top of the emotional food chain. But today, I say enough is enough and I take a stand to regain control of my toddler without feeling guilty about it.
There is only one week separating my departure from NC and my arrival in Minnesota. Notice “I” said my and not “our”, that’s because I’m going up there ahead of the family to scope out the lay of the laid and get things situated in our new location. Upon arrival, I’ll be staying with one of my best friends, which eliminates the burden of paying rent & a mortgage. This gift is also a curse however, as bringing my entire clan into my friend’s home for an undetermined amount of time is something that doesn’t sit very well with me. My buddy loves my kids and is all for it, but until I know that an end is in sight (buyer or renter for our home), I cannot in good conscious subject him to a never-ending wrath of the terrible two, otherwise known as Tre & Ty.
Typically, I open these posts by beating around the bush, starting out with rudimentary questions and examples, ending on a cliffhanger and letting the situation unfold as the post goes on. Well I’m not going to do that today, I’m just gonna get straight to the point. That point is: Tre got his ear pierced this weekend. Yeah it looks cute, yeah he really loves it, and yeah he took the procedure like a champ. But none of that really matters. The only thing that matters in this story is the ‘why’ he got his ear pierced. The reason why he got it pierced can strictly be attributed to the imitation of life.
Yesterday’s post about cleaning our home and Tre being nominated for the TV show “Hoarders” made me think of the video below. I’m the total opposite of Tre, I’m willing to get rid of things at the drop of a dime. Last year when this video was recorded, we were doing some spring cleaning. One of the things that had to go was a rocking chair that had gotten moldy. So I decided to have some fun and scream karate sounds as I swung my sledge hammer. Fefe & Ty got a kick out of it, so she decided to record me breaking down the chair. It was a decision that I’m sure she regrets to this day. Watch the video to find out why.
For most people, breaking up is hard to do. Whether it’s breaking up with a lover, a close friend, or a trusted colleague, it is never an easy task. But what about breaking up with personal belongings? Is that just as difficult as breaking up with a person? If you ask Tre, his answer will most certainly be YES! This past weekend, in preparation for our big move, we attacked out attic, as evidenced in the above photo. During this 2-3 hour marathon cleaning session, we found old toys, old clothes, old pictures, pretty much just all things old! But for one member of our family, old meant new and this daunting task turned out to be a 1940’s gold rush for him
They say a man with no scars is no man at all...Welcome to Manliness Tre
My favorite number is the number 5. I don’t know why, it just is. There isn’t anything special about the number 5, it’s just a number that I like and if you ask me my favorite number, the answer will always be 5. Tre on the other hand probably won’t respond in the same way. You see, I love the number 5 even though I have no true reason to do so, but Tre now has exactly 5 reasons to hate that number and I wouldn’t blame him if he did.